5 ST. RAPHAEL 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7 E. J. Hopkins (1818-1901) 1. IN Thy name, O Lord, assembling, We, Thy people, now draw near; Teach us to rejoice with trembling, Speak, and let Thy ser- vants hear 6 LYONS 10, 10, II, II F. J. Haydn (1732-1809) 1. YE ser-vants of God, your Mas-ter pro- claim, And pub-lish a-broad His The great congregation His triumph shall Whose robe is the light, whose canopy sing, Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne, His space; chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. Fall down on their faces and worship the 3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can Lamb. 4 Then let us adore and give Him His right, It All glory, and power, and wisdom and might; recite? breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, All honor and blessing, with angels above, 7 C. Wesley, 1744 LYONS 10, 10, II, II. 4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, i Он, worship the King, all-glorious above, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; And gratefully sing His wonderful love; Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, end! [praise. Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer and Friend. Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with R. Grant, 1833 8 ST. THOMAS S. M. A. Williams, 1762 2 Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King Should speak their joys abroad. 3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground 9 DOWNS C. M. 4 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 2 Our broken spirit pitying see; True penitence impart; Then let a kindling glance from Thee Beam hope upon the heart. 3 When our responsive tongues essay Their grateful hymns to raise, Grant that our souls may join the lay And mount to Thee in praise. 4 When we disclose our wants in prayer 5 May faith each meek petition fill And teach our hearts 't is goodness still That grants it or denies. IO FABEN 8s, 7s. 81. J. H. Willcox, 1849 1. LORD, with glow - ing heart I'd praise Thee, For the bliss Thy love be For the par-d'ning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows; Help, O God, my weak en - deav or; This dull soul to rap-ture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warm'd to praise. Amen. 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Him, who saw the guilt-born fear, Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 自 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express; Low before Thy footstool kneeling, Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless: Let Thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, Love's pure flame within me raise, And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth Thy praise. |